(As we look upon the river Styx, and clouds obscure the pale red sun, when death roams free, who you gonna be? When the dust blows forward and the dust blows back, when fruit's hanging from the tree, what do you see? When the cattle's slayed by sand [?] flows into the sea, remember yourself, of yourself, there is no-one else. As generations bury their wisdom in the garden, waiting for the rain to fall, remember yourself, of yourself, cause there is no-one else.)
See the lord in my skin
I am yours, yours to keep
Count the [?] in the end
In the name of love
Getting up, getting down
I see death all around
Spread your seed, help yourself
To the song of love
